Jack never liked to linger in this part of Britain. These wizard kids never seemed to need to believe in him. It seemed like whenever he tried to make them believe, they tried to pass it off as their own kind of magic. Maybe they could make it snow, but that didn't mean that they did it all the time.

Jack was making his usual rounds around the world, giving a little winter cheer to the students of Hogwarts, when he heard his name being called. He looked through tree branches to see a small blond girl, wearing a cork around her neck and radishes for earrings, spinning around in the field as soft snow floated down around her.

"Jack Frost!" she called again, unmistakeably. "I know you're out here! Thank you for the snow!" Jack was extremely confused as he saw three students wearing green scarves snigger and point at the girl. Why were they making fun of her? For yelling? OK, that was a little weird. But it was a good kind of weird.

Jack wanted to go to the girl, to talk with her, but then he saw something that took him aback. He looked to her feet. They were as bare as his. She didn't seem to feel the cold layer of crunching snow beneath them.

Jack let the wind quickly lift him high up over the girl, over the field, over the castle. Why did her bare feet bother him so? No, not bother, intrigue.

Jack felt a connection to this wizard girl, one he knew he could not ignore for long.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first chapter. Review to tell me your thoughts of what you think should happen next! Stay awesome!